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‘Khorne, I have never prayed to you. A god who needs prayers is no god at all. But if you listen, I ask a boon of you, here, today. Grant me revenge – grant me an eternity of slaughter beneath the laughing stars. Grant me this, and I will drown the realms in blood. And if you do not, then you had best strike me down now, for I will not forget.’ He spread his arms, waiting.